Mora

Take a step off of that silver bird

From your planet

And you brought a little bit of that cold with you

Now wring me out like you would your bastarding father

And you're so quick to stick to that scum,

Hungry like a piranha... ohh

Swallow a little of that sea

Now taste a little bit of the salt in me

Throw up a little of it on your knees

Now doesn't it bring you back to the beginning

Before you poured

Your elements away? (away)

Now sink back to the bottom of it all

You can eat shit and DIE...

Seal your lips with the black stitch of a secret

Parade with that speechless dryness of the desert air

Lay flat under the limelight, and feed off all the fiction

Cold callous and boiled between the bleak deep of your dirty hands

Kiss your son

(Come kiss your son)

Now kiss your Bible

(Kiss your Bible)

No one ever wanted to see your screams

Oh I just won't believe it...

Swallow a little of that sea

Now taste a little bit of that salt in me

Throw up a little of it on your knees

Now doesn't it bring you back to the beginning

Before you poured

Your elements away? (away)

Now sink back to the bottom of it all

You're sinking

You're sinking...

Swallow a little of that sea

Now taste a little bit of that salt in me

Throw up a little of it on your knees

Now doesn't it bring you back to the beginning...

(bring you back to the beginning)

Before you poured

Your elements away? (away)

Now sink back to the bottom of it all...!

(Swallow a little of that sea)

(Throw up a little of it on your knees)

(Now doesn't it bring you back to the beginning)

(Back to the beginning...)

Before you poured

Your elements away

Now sink back to the bottom of it all...